true meander  
 
The Anti-Orpheus chooses to go over rather than under, sticking to the f(r)acts and f(r)iction. Attached and addicted, in-between, everything is obvious -- "I do not move, only lifts a finger..."

The Anti-Orpheus casts the divine organs into the air to watch them float away, carried by the wind. spead far and wide I point in the direction I wish the "heart" to fly - hoping those who find these parts will understand their origin and significance, and re-turn and re-member them to the whole [the user].

The Anti-Orpheus would recycle stars if he had access to the cosmos. But, it seems this netherworld will not let all of the Orpheus through -- no flesh or blood allowed. Osiris and Liknites do not reside here.